This new art journey has been amazing and amazingly awkward, said Me, chuckling. It took me a while before I actually liked anything I painted. And I even began showing people what I’ve done.
Not only did I tell others and show work to others, I even sold some! This is a big deal for me. I feel like I’m standing on a stage with my chest open and exposing the deepest parts of my heart. Too much drama? Maybe, but the feeling is lessening.
I hate the selling part. Not the part where others buy it and give me money and walk away smiling – I know that feeling of being the buyer. The part I hate is the “business” side. I fumble with cash and checks and credit cards and trying to remember how to use that square thingy on my phone. I feel pressured. I try to remember what I actually sold, even though the inventory is in my phone.
As I type I smile. I just don’t want to lose sight of the actual call to simply paint colours and bless others with hope and healing.I want to stay on this road.
So, I painted canvas bags…. and they are all gone. Some were gifts and some I sold. I have to say I enjoyed making them and plan on making more. Here are some:
So, for now, I say see ya later……. have a great day….
I wanted people to be able to carry their colours of hope with them. A way for people to be encouraged and feel lifted when discouragement tries to creep in. At first, I thought of keychains, then I thought that was too tedious. Then the idea of canvas bags hit me. Who doesn’t like canvas bags? Carry your journal, books, bibles, pens, pencils, sketch pads, etc., all in one bag. Even your groceries!
So my blank canvas arrived and I’m ready to pretty them up. I’ll show pics when they are ready, in the meantime, here we go…
Aren’t rainbows just amazing? A sign of Hope and dreams coming true, not to mention all the colours they hold. One of my most favorite songs of all time is Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
Once upon a time, on an airplane from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania toKansas City, Missouri, I looked out the window at the clouds below and there, right below me, was a rainbow. I quickly looked around the cabin to see if anyone else saw what I saw. I have no idea if anyone did but I was excited. You see, this particular trip was to look for a home rental because we were moving to Kansas City in about a month. To me, this rainbow wasmy sign of Hope, that all would be ok. I really was somewhere over the rainbow, way up high……..
Now, several years later, I can’t help but to paint colours.I see so much Joy andHope incolours. I see strength coming and dreams blossoming. That is what I want for all who look upon My Colours of Hope. I want to see you blossom and heal and head into your destiny and purpose.
Here are a few more….. I’m so sorry the image quality isn’t the best… still learning…
As a child, I was encouraged to be creative……sort of encouraged. My mom was a creative person, but her way of encouraging me was to have me watch John Gnagy, our version of Bob Ross. She bought pads and pencils and I was left to figure out if I was able to draw or not. That didn’t last long. I learned to sew and knit very basic. I learned to bake and cook and listen to music while singing my heart out in my room. No verbal encouragement came so I gave up very easily.
But you cannot throw away the creative juices that lie within you. They may lay dormant but they are always there waiting to spring forth when given just a hint of watering and sunlight.
So I have blossomed into a rather good crocheter and baker. But I get antsy. I recently couldn’t ignore the voice that kept gently bidding me to jump in deeper to the creativity. Then, through people I highly respect, I answered with a big YES.
Being a person who just loves my friendship with God, I felt a strong tug to paint. But not paint precise images but to paint colours. I just love colours. I am drawn to colourful things and they speak to me and actually bring out feelings and senses that otherwise just stay hidden.
So now begins a new journey. I started painting in a freeform-type of artistry. Whatever happens with this journey will definitely be a learning experience. At first, I absolutely hated what I produced. But I kept them and am moving forward. I figure I will be the first one to get anything out my art simply because I need to see it in a new perspective – as others see it.
One thing that has happened to me since I began this painting journey is that I carry new confidence in who I am. It is a good feeling.
So here ya go, Dear Readers, a glimpse of my new thing…….
A dear friend of mine once introduced me to an audience as a “quiet storm.” At that time she barely knew me, but boy, she was right on!
I was born in central New Jersey, pretty close to the shore. We were a typical 1950’s family with a mom and dad. I was in the middle of two brothers then my father passed away when I was four. We went from a secure family to a very insecure one. My mom suddenly became very self sufficient but as a little child I needed a lot more cuddling then self sufficiency. I was raised to follow the path of self sufficiency but in reality I was more of a shy wallflower type in need of guidance.
Soon after high school I was caught up in the Jesus People Movement in the early 70’s and I loved it. But more importantly I fell in love with Jesus.
I met my husband, Pat, in a Christian ministry in Oregon and we began ministry from that point on. We started a family right away and I loved being a stay at home mom, nurturing my kids and supporting my husband in his ministry. But the “quiet” part started to evolve to the “storm” part. Marriage, parenthood and pastoring were all learning experiences that forced me to grow up, a lot! But it took years! Ha ha. I made many mistakes and then I made more mistakes. But life is a process.
During this time I began to get to know myself, and see who Cathy Lynn was and who she was all along, the one God created me to be. When I look back I can see all the ups and downs of my life and who God has molded me to be today.
I just love creativity. I love music and art of many kinds. I love nature and all of God’s creation, well, except for wormy, slimy, caterpillar type things.
Here you can find my blog and more about me. Check it out. Let’s Have Another Piece of Pie, www.wingedprisms.com, it’s not about pie, it’s about the concept of pie, sitting with good friends and getting to the heart.